The Raindrops by Ellen Robena Field
Up above us, near the Sky Country, in a place called Cloudland, live a
great many little people, called raindrops. They are very helpful, and
always try to do their best, because they know the great King of Cloudland
has work for them all. One morning two tiny raindrops were sitting
together looking down at Earthdom. "How dusty and hot everything looks,"
said one drop. "Yes," replied the other, "let us go down and see how much
good we can do in Earthdom to-day." So these two little raindrops called
their brothers and sisters and told of their plan, and asked them to go,
too, for they always wanted to share their good time with others. "Let's
have a game of tag, and see who will reach the top of that hill first,"
said one little drop, and away they scampered. They ran so fast that they
reached Earthdom at about the same time, and how glad Mother Nature was to
see them. Some of them went at once to visit the flowers, and whispered
such sweet words to the tired, dusty blossoms, that they raised their
heads again, and thanked the raindrops for the comfort they had brought.
Some of them slid down the slanting roofs of houses and filled the wells.
Our two little raindrops with five others, went down into the brown earth
and cheered up the roots. Then they travelled on, and by and by they came
out again further down the hill, and made a beautiful spring, around which
little children played. The spring soon helped make a brook, that flowed
down over the hillsides, winding in and out among the rocks, washing them
smooth and round, singing as it rippled on its way.
By and by it met some more brooks and they made a stream. The sunbeams
loved the clear stream and danced to and fro over its surface, as it
rushed joyously onward, turning the busy mill wheels, and keeping the
grass and flowers alive and beautiful. Sometimes weary travellers walked
along its banks, and stooped and quenched their thirst with its pure, cool
water. While the stream journeyed on, it met other streams and they made a
rivulet, and by and by the rivulet heard a low voice calling, "Come with
me and I will show you the mightiest of waters." So the rivulet joined the
river, and together they travelled on till they heard the deep voice of
the ocean welcoming them to its cave.
Where were the little raindrops that left Cloudland early in the morning?
They were playing among the ocean waves, and helping to rock the ships
that sailed over the waters. At sunset a vapor-boat carried the drops back
home and in the eastern sky they stood with robes of red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo, and violet, and made a bright bow of promise.
As they looked down upon Earthdom once more, everything was fresh, and
sweet, and glad, because the little raindrops had done so much to help
others, and had left no part of their work undone. The night shadows came,
and the rainbow faded slowly away, leaving a message for the children of
Earthdom. "Do your best, little children, and big children, too, for God
has work for all."
Laura was tired of playing with her dolls, and tired of taking care of
Baby Donald, too, he was such a big baby, and she was a little girl for
nine years old. So as soon as nap time came, and baby was at last quiet,
Laura went out on the porch and cuddled down in the hammock, where she
swung to and fro, wishing there was something nice to do, or some new
kinds of dolls to play with. All at once she thought she heard a faint
voice say, "What a queer child! Here she is wishing for some new
plaything, and has never noticed us. She must be blind, poor child! for
every morning we put on our prettiest dresses and smile at her; but she
always passes us by."
"Yes," replied another voice, "when she came out here to lie down in the
hammock, I brushed her hair softly and left a kiss on her forehead; but
she shook me off as if I were a bee trying to sting her."
Laura sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in surprise. Had some one
really spoken, or had she only fallen asleep and dreamed it all?
She could see nothing except the morning glories which covered the side of
the porch. There seemed to be hundreds of them, blue, white, pink, and
violet; and how wide awake they looked! "It must have been the 'glories'
talking," said Laura, "but I didn't know glories could talk. Can you, dear
The flowers nodded, as if they understood what she said.
"What pretty colors! I never half noticed them before," went on Laura,
"and wouldn't that blue one make a lovely dress?"
Just then wee Donald, fresh from his nap, came toddling out through the
open door, and stretched his little fat hands to the glories. "Baby wants
a trumpet," he cried.
Laura laughed aloud as she said: "Why, they do look like trumpets, and
like parasols, too;" and she gathered a handful of the blossoms and
sprinkled the porch with their brightness. "Let's play with them, baby;
see if we can make some dolls;" and Laura stood a glory on the step, and
into the tiny hole stuck the yellow center of a daisy, whose petals she
had pulled out. On this center she marked eyes, nose, and mouth; and when
a small glory was added for a bonnet, what a pretty flower doll she had,
with a pink skirt, green waist, and white bonnet! Then a whole family of
glories were made, and Laura gave them each a parasol to carry.
Baby used his glories for tents, and they had a good time playing, and
Laura wished she had noticed the glories more before.
By and by, when the day was over, and Laura sat again in the hammock,
watching the sleeping glories, she said: "I wonder if the glories could
have been talking this morning; "and one little sleepy bud looked as if it
could tell if it chose. But Mamma put her arm about the little girl and
said, "I think it was a dream, dear. But if the flowers could speak I
think they would tell my darling that by using her eyes more, she will
find out how much there is that is beautiful, and God made them all for us
to enjoy, because he loves us. Every flower that blooms its sweetest, and
every child who tries to be good, is a precious part of our Heavenly